Firefly Glen we will walk together until it disappears

Veering south from Neverwinter, Scorpion moved through the night at the pace of a brisk jog. She covered the most ground in twilit hours, finding that she felt least impeded when there was an option for her to disappear quickly into the dark. Something in the back of her mind knew it was imperative that she find allies, and form the familial bonds that the very essence of her craved, but the reedy waif was also overrun with abhorrence for the prospect. The mere idea of trusting an unfamiliar wolf was enough to make the fur along her spine stand on end. Wary as ever, on her own, she could not afford to be cornered by any superior predators.
 
And this innate fear was reignited as she came across the blossoming border of another pack; not as ingrained in the earth as the previous packland she had skirted.
 
The duskfox paused briefly – looking to and fro, and over her shoulder – as if trying to discern how safe it would be to proceed. Keeping back from the scents that made a curb around the shadowgloom glen, Scorpion started prowling for a way around the claim.